Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2015 12:29:26 -0700 From: Ken Duxbury <kenduxbury52@gmail.com> Subject: Dude, where's my dick? Part 3 This story is a work of fiction. It involves legal, consent (in the specific areas noted) aged men and/or women, with titles (such as Sir/boy/Mistress/Ma'am) denoting Dominant or submissive persons. This work is not to be recreated or copied without approval from me, the author, Kenneth P Duxbury, and the usual legal mumbo jumbo applies – if you are not 18 or it is illegal to read adult erotica where you live, close this out now, etc. Remember, while the story contains copious amounts of unsafe sex, these are dangerous times in the real world. Do what you like, and do what feels best to you, but be as safe as you can regarding STDs. DONATE TO NIFTY!!!! NOW!!!! Or face the consequences! *evil laugh* Seriously, though, please donate so we can all treasure this site for a long time to come. Dude, where's my dick? Part Three Sipping on our Martinis, Betts and I laid out the plan. Derrick, still asleep, was in for a rough afternoon indeed. "So, you get him all hot and horny Betty. Keep egging him on, tell him if he does a good job of pleasing you orally, he will have a chance to get out of the device. As you are doing that, I'll start eating him out. Let's see how that goes, and the state he's in after. If I'm right, he's going to be a slobbering mess in no time." I said. "Sounds good. I'll try and keep my reactions to him to a minimum. Make him think I'm only halfway interested in what he's doing." Betty responded. "Excellent. Meanwhile, I'll be busy back there turning him on like nothing ever has before. Again, if my suspicions about him are right." "You haven't lost your hardon at all..." She stated. "I don't think I've ever seen a guy stay hard for as long as you have. Viagra?" "One pill this morning, but honestly it's mostly because I'm so fucking amped about this. I can't wait to stick my cock in him." I admit. "Funny. I know you're bi, but I always thought you liked women more. Men were just a couple of holes, type guy." She halfway asked, halfway stated. "Actually, I prefer men. Or, fags, to be more accurate." I began clarifying. "I can be a hell of a lot rougher with them than I can you. And there's nothing more that I like than rough sex. And, honestly, I prefer looking at a male physique." I said, prompting her to raise an eyebrow. "Yes, you're gorgeous. But I like Derrick's ass better. No offense." "None taken. And I really can't blame you. The slut does have a nice ass on him." She purred. Another half hour of planning went by, and then we heard Derrick finally wake up. "What the fuck??" Derrick yelled, as he came flying out of his bedroom. "What the hell is going on? What is this thing on my dick? Kyle? Betty? Tell me!" "Calm the fuck down, shut the fuck up, and listen Derrick." I state calmly, as I get up off the recliner and slowly saunter over to him. "Come sit down. We will explain everything to you." "How the fuck am I supposed to be calm with this..." He thrusts out his pelvis "on my cock?!?" Derrick ranted. "Oh, don't be such a big fucking baby Derrick. Come on, studly, sit next to me and I'll explain." Betty half said, half ordered. She added an edge to her voice and pointed to the couch next to her. "Now." Derrick stood there for a second, while I ran my hand over his back, then down to his ass, dumbfounded. I felt goosebumps form on his skin as my hand started caressing his plump, squat-toned ass. He nervously glanced at me sideways, then complied with Betty's order. "You see, Derrick. I don't like rough sex. What you did earlier..." She petted her throat. "...well, basically that was raping my throat. Actually, you're lucky. Anyone else, I would have put the motherfucker in the hospital. But, we have other plans for you." She smiled that foxes' smile at him. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Well, what is this thing?" He asked. "It's a chastity device. I got it online, it's called The Tube Jacket, and it is custom made from steelworxx.de. German craftsmanship. Just can't beat it, you know. Anyway, it was for my ex. The little wimp couldn't handle me. But, I figured I would keep it. Never know when it might come in handy. Like today." Derrick started to protest, but she cut him off. "Relax. What's going to happen is that you are going to get down on all fours between my legs. You will be servicing me orally. Do it good enough, and you have a chance at getting that thing unlocked. Do a bad job? Well, I don't know. We will just have to see..." She trailed off, ominously. "But, don't worry. You'll be getting plenty of pleasure too. Kyle will see to that." He looked me dead in the eye, and I winked at him. He gulped a bit. And did I just see his mostly flaccid, steel encase cock just jump a bit? Why, yes, I did. Mmmm... "So, if I do a good enough job, everything is cool?" He asked. "Yep, but, I need to be pleased with it." Betty stated with a dead face. I knew that look. She was serious. "And Kyle is going to give me pleasure?" He asked, and then looked at me. I nodded the affirmative. "Ok. Sounds kind of kinky. I like that. Should I start now?" He perked up. "Wait." Betty said, stood up, pulled her panties off and her skirt up. She sat back down on the couch, put her pussy out toward the edge and spread her legs. "Ok, now, get down there and make me feel good, boy." "Ok." Derrick bluntly stated, earning a slap from Betty. "Is that how you address me? Try adding a `Mistress' in there, for fucks sake!" "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." She curtly nodded to him, and he crawled down between her legs, and then went in. He proceeded to eat her out for a few minutes, occasionally `mmm'ing'. I stood behind him, watching his hole wink at me every so often. He was getting into servicing her orally, I could tell. So, while he was distracted, I knelt behind him and went in for the kill. I started with a gentle lap at his boypussy, which I saw goosebumps rise on his pussy cheeks instantly. He lifted his face away momentarily, shuddered and let out a loud moan. Oh yeah, that cunt was mine for the taking, right then, right there. I probably could have plunged my pussy wrecker in him at that moment, and he wouldn't have done more than shriek from the pain and squeal from the pleasure, but I wanted to get him hotter first. Betty grabbed the sides of his head and planted his mouth back on her vagina. "No one told you to stop, cuntboy." She said firmly. After close to twenty minutes of this he was literally shouting into her. He couldn't contain his joy, and his moans and gasps kept getting louder. He looked and sounded like a two bit whore, panting, sweating and mewling like he was. I straightened up, Betty looked me in the eye and smiled widely, I spit into my hand and rubbed it on my cock for lube, took aim and nailed my big thick cunt wrecker in to the hilt in one violent, savage thrust. Betty grabbed his head and jammed his face into her pussy at the same time. "Mmmphmmphrrrrmmph!" A mostly muffled, although still blood curdling, scream blasted out of his lungs. I had opened him up a fair amount with the rim job and tongue fuck, with the occasional finger sliding in, but apparently not enough. Not that I cared. But, it must have hurt terribly. So, I started out slow, taking a few moments to let him adjust, I just wedged my cock in his chute and stayed there. There were no more screams from him, only muffled sobs, so I started to slowly long dick him. "Yeah, Derrick, feel that cunt maker. Feel it stretching you out." I would bend over him, whispering in his ear. "I've been wanting to make you my bitch for a while now. The way you strut around in your skimpy little underwear in front of me, or bounce your pussy cheeks in front of me at the gym, I know you've been wanting it too." "Ah...No, Kyle...ah...oh...no, I swear..." He would refute my words in between pants and moans of both ecstasy and lust. "Don't lie, Der. I can tell. I can always tell when a bitch is wanting..." Bam! I thrust in hard for emphasis. "...This!" I started increasing the pace of my fuck, as Derrick continued to eat out Betty and she watched the show in front of her with undisguised glee. "You can't hide it, Derrick. Not..." fwap! "any..." fwap! "...more!" Fwap! My crotch and balls were making obscenely loud slaps into his rear end as I fucked him harder and harder. "Ah! Oh, Kyle..." He mewed out, not realizing how lustily he said it "No...Oh! Oh fuck..." More whimpers and moans started escaping his lips, albeit muffled by Betty's wet pussy. He was slurping her like it was his last meal. Then, unexpectedly... "Oh fuck oh shit...oh Kyyylllllllle..." The fucking male bitch came. I looked down, both his hands were firmly planted on the carpet in front of Betty, although I remembered he now had a chastity device on, so there was no way it could have been a hands on ejaculation. The fucking whore of a dude came, just from me fucking him. And almost immediately, his new cunt clamped down on my cock like it wanted me for a meal, which sent me over the edge. I started jackhammering into Der right then, wanting to really drive it home, blast my cum so far in his abused hole he would never get it out, and as the first spurt started, I slammed in all the way and held there. "Aw, fuck yeah! Der, you're gettin bred, bitch!" I screamed. "Breed his ungrateful cunt, Kyle, breed the motherfucker!" Betty also screamed, as she started orgasming on his juice smeared face. "Ah...oh yeah...oh fuck...shit! Fuck! Damnit!" Der was babbling senselessly now. I've had lots of sex scenes before that were hot. But, rarely, one as hot as when I took my friend Der's cherry. Even after Betty and I came down, he was still dribbling cum from his locked up cock, babbling senselessly. After everyone calmed down and cleaned up, Derrick sat on the floor, away from the seats Betty (on the couch) and I (on the recliner) had taken while sipping a fresh Martini. He was extremely despondent for several minutes, not even looking at us when asked a question. Finally I had my fill, got up and went over to kneel in front of his shivering, crouched over form. "Der, you're gonna have to talk." "Why?!? You fucking got what you wanted!" "Yeah. That's right. I finally got to fuck you." "Why, Kyle? Why me?" "I told you when I was fucking you. You wanted it." "I never once..." "Stop." I held up a hand, recognizing where this was going and nipping it off right then. "Don't fucking lie Der. Cause there's only one person here you'll be lying to. Betty and I know the truth. And look at you, dude! You're a fucking panting wreck. You're still straining against the steel tube around your cock, even after cumming...while I was fucking you!" I emphasized, loudly. "You enjoyed it, Der. Don't deny it. Don't fight it. Yeah, so you're a locked up pussy boy now. So fucking what? You fucking loved it, and you can't deny that. Accept it." Derrick sat there, his eyes welling up, staring back at me. He started to sob, and hung his head. "Please, just let me out of this thing. And both of you get out." "Fine. We'll leave. But you're staying in that device." "Fuck you!" He screamed and started sobbing harder. With an exasperated sigh from both Betty and I, we packed up our stuff, dressed and left him crying on the floor of his living room. To this day, Derrick is still locked in that same chastity device. Betty didn't let him out, and as a matter of fact, she ground the keys down with a grinder, while he watched, bound and gagged helplessly, in front of me, her, and a small group of our friends. Some were incredulous. Some looked at me with glinting eyes and mentioned something along the lines of `About time you turned the cunt boy, Kyle.' His eyes welled up a small bit, as Betty ground the keys down to nothing. I went up to him, petted his hair, and flatly said "You know it's for the best, boy." He looked up at me with puppy eyes, and nodded. After that, Derrick and I grew close. I did respect him. He learned to love his place in life, and I got the best head (after teaching him how to) and so did Betty. Plus a couple of her girlfriends. Betty and Derrick eventually moved in together. It's an odd situation. They aren't in a committed relationship, and I fucked Der often with or without an audience. And Betty had boyfriends over often, as well. There were even a few cuckold scenes, where her Bull for the night would fuck her good and they would have Der restrained in a corner. One such night, I was there, watching the whole scene, making Derrick suck my cock but insisting he watch as Betts got her vag stuffed with BBC. The Bull finished in her, sat on the bed for a few minutes, then came over to where I was standing next to Der, still having my dick sucked off. Betty just watched on in delight. He approached me, then siddled up behind me, gently grabbing my shoulders. "I'm ready for another go." "I can see that." I responded, looking down at his ridiculously large black cock. "Go for it, he's ready." "Yeah. I can see `he's' ready." He stated as he moved directly behind me, fast, and in the blink of an eye, had his cock head punched in. It was already lubed from cum and vag fluid, so he was trying to use that to shove the rest of his insanely big dick into my ass. "Ah! No! Take it the fuck out!" I wailed. "Mmm..no, don't think so. You just relax..." He grunted. "...Fuck you're tight! Just relax..." "I'm serious!!" I screamed. "Get the fuck out!" I was trying to get away from him, but Der had clamped his teeth down on my cock and the Bull had wrapped his massive arms around me. "Come on, baby, you know you want it." "No, I fucking don't! You can fuck Derrick, but I don't bottom!" And with that I pushed out and coughed a bit and he popped out. Reflexively, I clamped down on my ass so he couldn't try again. "But I want to fuck you. The cuckold...well, I suppose..." "Just fuck him. You aren't getting my ass." The Bull gave me a kind of `hurt' look, but shrugged, knelt behind Der and shoved into the hilt. Derrick gave a bit of a jump, and I felt his teeth again graze my cock. I looked down at him and raised an eyebrow, but he loosened up and kept sucking. The faster the Bull fucked Der, the harder he sucked my cock. Soon, I was shooting into his mouth while he started clamping down on the Bull's cock in his ass, which made the Bull shoot his load too, lodging himself deep inside my friend. After he pulled out, he walked around to me, bent close and whispered in my ear "One of these nights, baby. I'm gonna wreck your cunt!" He whispered the first part and announced – loudly - the second part. I shivered, and backed away, giving him a look of disgust. So, I dodged the bottom bullet that night. Although he only got the very tip in, it hurt like a mother fucker. All I was used to was tongues, and the occasional sneaky finger poking in. I swore to myself to never let that happen again (yeah, right, that worked out well, didn't it?). Derrick and I kept getting closer. We were regular lunch or dinner buddies. He knew he was submissive, and came to love it, but that didn't mean I thought less of him as a person. Yeah, he was a male bitch. But he was a good one. A respectable one. And he provided not just a great ass or head, but a good pair of ears when I needed to vent verbally, or needed advice from an outside perspective. Plus, he was a shit load of fun to take to the gay clubs and stay for the afterhours sex parties. The guys went nuts about him being locked up, and like a good pig bottom, he took all comers with a smile on his face. But I never treated him less than a human, even when he had one cock in his mouth, one in each hand, and two up his ass. He actually thanked me that night. Said the feeling was amazing, nothing like getting dual penetrated. I just laughed and told him `maybe not for a bottom.' We are still good friends, and the last clubbing/sex party romp I took him on was two weeks before my Bangkok trip. Actually, I think we're better friends now. All the bullshit preening and strutting nonsense between us is gone. I'm going to have to give him a call, get in touch with him. He's eventually going to find out about what happened, so it might as well come from me. But, for now, there are more immediate concerns facing me.